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I ReWrite An REO Speedwagon Song

Last night Tiny-Small was cranky. I was cranky. The lyrics to an REO Speedwagon song kept running through my head, but altered. I am like the Weird Al of song writing in these parts. By “these parts” I mean my house. So, here is the song I wrote, in my head, but never sang to my daughter because she would be highly offended that I sang about her wearing pajamas. Bedtime is a four letter word around here, apparently.

I can’t take this screaming any longer.
And yet I’m still afraid to just say no.
What started out as parenthood,
Has grown sour.
I only wish I had the strength to just say no.

I tell myself that I can’t not sleep forever.
I said there is no reason for my fear.
Cause I feel so tired when we’re together.
But, you give my life direction,
You make everything so clear.

And even as you wander,
I’m keeping you in sight.
You’re a monkey in pajamas,
On a cold, dark winter’s night.
And I’m getting closer than I ever thought I might (to crying).

And I can’t take this screaming anymore.
I’ve forgotten what you started crying for.
It’s time to bring this kid to bed,
And throw away the binkies, forever.

Cause I can’t take this screaming anymore.
I’ve forgotten what you started crying for.
And if I have to crawl upon the floor,
Come crushing through your door,
Baby, I can’t take this screaming anymore.

My life has been such a whirlwind since I birthed you.
I’ve been running round in circles in my mind.
And it always seems that I’m following you, girl,
Cause you throw your toys around,
To places I’d never find.

And even as you wander,
I’m keeping you in sight.
You’re a monkey in pajamas,
On a cold, dark winter’s night.
And I’m getting closer than I ever thought I might (to screaming too).

And I can’t take this screaming anymore.
I’ve forgotten what you started crying for.
It’s time to bring this kid to bed,
And throw away the binkies, forever.

Cause I can’t take this screaming anymore.
I’ve forgotten what you started crying for.
And if I have to crawl upon the floor,
Come crushing through your door,
Baby, I can’t take this screaming anymore.

30 thoughts on “I ReWrite An REO Speedwagon Song”

  1. What is is about the holidays… Vodka my friend and music are always the best place to start. If all else fails I’ll meet you in Vegas and ride a pole. BIG HUGS SWEET MOMMA! OH, and I LOVE that painting!

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